Gunslinger

Well they say that there ain't no gunslingers left in town But he's rollin' them one-hand ciggies and knocking them coke cans down Now two times a week one all covers them for a dozen He straps that...

“Walking ever-onward, until we die…the tower holds the reason why. In our vigilance we’ll find the fields the clearing that the end of our path Yields.” I cast my hopes and dreams into a shallow...